Fragile

Every step was painful. From the stiffness in her hips, to the sharp pains in her knees and the aching of every muscle that was left on her body. Whoever said there was no shame in aging gracefully was either lying or very very young. Aging was hell.

Navigating the stairs to the stands with her crippled legs was hard enough, but the trip was made harder still by her failing eyesight. Merlin. This journey was going to kill her, she was far too fragile. If she was going to break a bone, the least Gryffindor could do was win.